HUNTER. There is never a right time to deliver bad news, I know that because somehow, I always have to deliver bad news but there is a way to make it less terrible though. All you have to do is wait for something more terrible to happen before you talk about your own bad thing and as much as I hate to do this, I think that time is now.Winter found a cloth drenched in blood in aunt Hyacinth’s room and they’re all worked up, honestly so am I but they’re more closer to her than I am so I’m just going to do this. “I know it’s not the best time to say this but over a hundred chickens died at the farm today and it wasn’t of natural causes.” I blurt and await a response from Nikolai.“You're right, Hunter. Not the best time.” He taps my shoulder a little top aggressively and stomps out of the room probably to meet Winter, I’m not sure. I can never tell what’s going through his mind. I go after him, deliberately walking behind him slowly so I won’t catch up. I don’t want to bear the bru
NIKOLAI Meeting the priest was definitely a desperate move. The more time that goes by, the more I realize how big of a mess I’ve put myself in. Nothing is going right, this was not how I planned to rule this pack. I didn’t kill my father only to end up being an even worst Alpha. My father might have been a bulky but at least his acts benefited the pack. I’ve not done one thing right since I became Alpha, I guess the pack members are starting to realize it too. Here I was thinking those elders were useless, I’ve become even worse than them and innocent people have to bear the brunt of my incompetence. Aunt Hyacinth had noting to do with any of this and yet, she’s somewhere in need of my help. I can feel it, I know she needs my help but how? How do I help?I had only one job and I couldn’t even get that right, I couldn’t protect anyone. The people I love are continuously in danger because of me. It's like they were even safer without in their lives. Winter can’t even stay in a roo
WINTER I knew what I had to do when I saw that cloth drenched in blood. I’ve wasted too much time thinking that all the bad things that have been happening to us is just as a result of coincidence and occasional bad decisions, especially the ones Patrick made till the day he died. I know why all this is happening and I’m going go face her one on one. I’m going to face Isador; the problem. She either tells me how to fix it or she tells me how to fix it, they’re no two ways about it. I don’t know why I thought a knife with me to fight a witch but it kind of helps me feel safe. The only problem I have now is Hunter. Why the hell is even following me, I know he doesn’t think that I can take care of myself but this is outrageous, I’m not a child that can’t play with sharp objects. He looked like a cat got stuck in his throat when he saw me holding the knife, his eyes were practically yelling all the emotions he was feeling at the moment; fear, shock, indecision, resignation. . . ever
DAPHNE. “Plans are underway, I’ll destroy them before they even realize that they’re in danger, you don’t have to worry about a thing.” “Now, that’s the Daphne I know and raised.” My father gloats proudly with a toothed smile and gives me a light pat on the shoulder. As a kid, that smile used to mean everything to me and I wanted it every time but now, nothing has changed. I still crave his approval more than ever. I want him to look at me and be proud the same way uncle Elkan looks at his sons. I want him to tap me on the shoulder and show me off to his friends and the more I work for it the farther I get from it but this time, nothing is going to stop me. I’m going to avenge my father, make his proud and make a name myself so my children don’t have to suffer the same fate I suffered. I don’t want them to have to beg for anybody's approval to live. They’re going to grow up to be independent women just like I wanted to be. “What plans do you have underway?” my father asked t
NIKOLAI.I still have my doubts about this trip the priest asked us to take but I’m desperate too. I have to find her. He gave me two options, I either go and find her at the only cave in the entire pack that I never even knew even existed before now or I visited a witch, which is outrageous because witches are supposed to be out of bounds for werewolves and I never even knew there was one so close. I’m still not sure where I’m supposed to go. He was a little hesitant to tell me about the witch but he was not hesitant to tell me that she was the most effective way to find the woman I’m looking for. He kept referring to her as “the woman” like he’s never met her before. Maybe they have some kind of history I’m not aware of but I still thought it was a bit rude. I’ve never been in contact with a witch in my entire life and I’m scared I won’t be able to find Aunt Hyacinth in time if I go through the “bushy paths leading to the cave” like he said.I can feel the lines on my forehead f
WINTER.“I don't remember asking you to come in.” Isador glares at me hatefully and I’m not even mad at her. I came here with so much anger that I thought I was going to kill her the moment that I saw her but here I am face to face with her and the only thing I want to do is apologize. Isador has come to my aid so many times and somehow I only see the bad in her which is not fair because there’s hardly any bad in this witch that I’m looking at. She looks like a regular granddaughter to me. Okay, not anymore. She just made a cup come to her instead of going to it, that’s not regular at all.“If you’re here for me to help you fix your problems then I suggest you go somewhere else, I I'm not going to help you.” She greets harshly. “That’s a be ale harsh, don’t you think?” I say timidly. “You don’t get to talk to me about harsh because you have no idea what it feels like.” She points her finger at me as she lashes out and I’m scared that she’s going to unintentionally zap me with her
HUNTERConfused is an understatement for what I’m feeling right now, the tension in this room is so high that I think our feet are no longer on the ground. I am terrified as hell but I’m even more terrified of betraying Nikolai so when the witch throws the question at me for the second time after the interruption, I choose to stay right next to Nikolai.“A very unwise decision you just made my dear friend.” The old woman that just walked in cackles making me even more nervous. She doesn’t have to look around before placing her butt on a chair which gives me the impression that it’s not her first time here. The witch's eyes starts to glow in a different color. A shimmering red, which is a contrast to her initial eye color. Sea blue.She picks up Nikolai from the ground without even touching him and flings him in the air. He lets out a loud grunt as his back hits the wall and Winter screamed on top of her lungs. It kind of reminds me of the day Nikolai punched me during practice but
NIKOLAI. My father once told me that the most brutal way to kill a man was to set him on fire and now that it feels like I’m burning from my insides out, it makes so much more sense. I very much prefer the pain from a stab wound to this heat. The itch is so intense that I’m starting to bleed and what’s worse is that it feels like my skin is burning and I can’t get away from the heat no matter what I do. I want to beg but my pride has shackles wrapped around my mouth and Isador doesn’t even look like the type to be easily appeased so my pleas will be useless. I didn’t prepare for this, the priest DID NOT warn me about this.“Thread with caution.” His words echo in my head like a reminder, one that’s an entire lifetime too late. I thought it was just the regular statement that people make but don’t really mean like; “be careful” and “I wish you were here” I didn’t know I was going to face a literal beast. She’s locked us in here with a spell because the gate doesn’t even have a lo